A dream...

I was dreaming...
Perhaps it may have been
but a long forgotten memory...

A dream...
A memory...

Things remembered
when one is asleep...
Things forgottenL
When one is awake

Where the deepest layers
of memories
Become the outmost layers
of one's dreams...

Which are reality?
Which are illusions?
One cannot tell until
one awakes...

Or perhaps they are,
At the same time, both
Truth and fiction...

A vast nebulous...
With no boundaries...

An emptiness equivalent
To my own existence...

I dreamt such a dream...

A long...
Never-ending,
Dream...